Chapter 53

Natalie POV

In the busy mall, I experienced an increasing feeling of uneasiness and discomfort. What is the reason for his actions at this moment? Tristan 's efforts to unsettle me had me feeling uneasy, and I couldn't rid myself of the urge to flee. Upon arriving at the cashier, a bold concept emerged in my thoughts. I had to distance myself from him.

I don't desire to have any emotional connection with you. Let's just finish getting the supplies.

"I'm not budging at all."

"What's wrong with you?" We are out in the open.

"Staying completely still."

Do as you please. Select a piece of lingerie for me, and then I will touch you.

"Do you believe they would be a good fit for you?"

"Discovering can be done by you in a certain manner." I grinned and motioned for him to assist me in choosing one. He spun around.

Quickly, I snatched Tristan 's wallet from his rear pocket, with my heart racing in my chest. It was an act of desperation, but at that instant, it seemed like my sole way to escape the overwhelming pressure.

I headed towards the checkout counter with the stolen wallet safely concealed in my handbag. I experienced a combination of excitement and apprehension as I collected the required items and put them on the countertop. As the cashier scanned the items, I kept my internal turmoil hidden from them.

While struggling with the payment, I felt anxious because I knew Tristan would soon figure out my location. I hoped my sudden action would grant me a short break, an opportunity to separate from the awkward situation.

Moments later, I left the store, increasing my pace to create more space between Tristan and myself. As I approached the exit, I suddenly heard his voice from behind me, carrying a sly grin.

"Well, well, Natalie ," Tristan said, a tone filled with amusement dripping off his voice. "You definitely have a talent for keeping things exciting. "But there is one thing you overlooked."

As I looked at him, my heart dropped, my hands sweaty, and my cheeks red with a blend of fear and guilt. Tristan raised his wallet, a hint of victory shining in his eyes. He had apprehended me, and now there was no escape route available.

"Still, I possess your wallet."

"Is this mine?"

I glanced at the card, and it featured my name. I took in a sharp breath in astonishment.

"What is the method?"

There was a sense of quietness in the car as we travelled back home. Tristan had a self-satisfied look on his face, enjoying the change in power dynamics that favoured him. I squirmed in my chair, staring at the scenery passing by, unable to endure the intensity of his gaze.

The atmosphere in the car was oppressive, filled with silent thoughts.

"Can you provide me with a response?"

Tristan 's reaction was a chilly, sharp silence. He kept his eyes focused on the path ahead, avoiding eye contact with me. His silence served as a cold indication of the distance between us, making it evident that he had no desire to talk.

Arriving at our house together, I exited the car feeling anxious about his intentions, my body trembling. Tristan 's mischievous grin was still visible on his face as he got out of the car. He remained silent, letting the quietness serve as a wordless proof of my wrongdoing.


After releasing the supplies, I headed directly to my room.

Can you provide a paraphrased version of the text with the same number of words in the original language?

I was surprised by the noise of the front door opening while I was in front of the mirror, having a towel wrapped around my body. I was getting ready to sleep. With a sudden spin, I looked back, feeling my heart racing, only to encounter a surprising view. A suggestive lingerie set, neatly folded, was laid on my bed alongside a note.

A mix of curiosity and a slight feeling of apprehension combined inside me as I neared the bed, my eyes locked on the note. I grabbed it, gradually opening it, scanning it with my eyes as the words appeared to sear into my mind. It just stated, "Put it on and come to me."

A blend of feelings flooded me - fascination, doubt, and a touch of anticipation. The note had Tristan 's unique handwriting, serving as a reminder of the intricate relationship between us. It was an enticing offer and an unspoken dare, allowing him to have power while still giving me a decision to make.

While I was standing, the towel started to slip from my hand, and I contemplated the consequences of his demand. What was he thinking? Was this a chance to reconnect or just another way to test my vulnerability?

My thoughts were filled with conflicting ideas, but a part of me couldn't resist the appeal of the unfamiliar. Deciding with defiance, I chose to welcome the unexpected and put on the delicate lingerie adorned with lace. It was both empowering and vulnerable, reflecting the complexities of our relationship.


Flipping over the note revealed the message: "Go to the surprise that is waiting for you." You must do it. If you do it, you will receive great rewards... If you don't, we both know what will happen. I felt his smirk as he penned the letter.

I remembered the events from the previous evening. Does he want to do this now? Does he view me as a mere instrument? Do I have any options?

Inhaling deeply to calm my anxiety, I walked towards the scheduled meeting spot, which happened to be his room, feeling excitement building up inside me. As I strolled down the shadowy hallway, a sense of both excitement and wariness filled me, with the faint smell of anticipation still present in the air.

Upon arriving at the room, I paused briefly, my hand ready to grasp the door handle. What was waiting for me on the opposite side? I told myself that I could establish limits and communicate my wants and needs. With a fresh determination, I opened the door and entered the room, prepared to confront whatever awaited me.

In the poorly illuminated area, Tristan faced me, his gaze meeting mine, showing a mixture of longing and a touch of weakness. Looking at the lingerie, he admired its shape with a hint of approval showing on his face. There was a moment where time appeared to freeze while the unspoken tension lingered between us.